THE HANDBOOK OF Absence. QUOTATIONS Ye flowers that droop, forsaken by the spring; There's not an hour Of day or dreaming nights but I am with thee: Of thee. Procter: Mirandola. Though absent, present in desires they be; Oh! couldst thou but know With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence-o'er and o'er again Moore: Lalla Rookh. Think'st thou that I could bear to part Byron: Bride of Abydos. Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, Action, Activity, Industry; see Labor. Great things thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd, Beaumont and Fletcher: Loyal Subject. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Fletcher: On an Honest Man's Fortune. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well Shakespeare: Macbeth. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Young: Night Thoughts. How slow the time To the warm soul, that, in the very instant The keen spirit Thomson. Seizes the prompt occasion,—makes the thoughts Plans and performs, resolves and executes! Hannah More. Let us then be up and doing, Longfellow. Adversity, Affliction, Misfortune. Rogers: Jacqueline. So do the winds and thunder cleanse the air, Spenser: Faërie Queene. Of all affliction taught a lover yet Affliction is the good man's shining scene; Pope. Young: Night Thoughts. He went like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn: He rose the morrow morn. Coleridge: Ancient Mariner. I have not quailed to danger's brow I am not now in fortune's power: Byron: Giaour. Butler: Hudibras. Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. Shakespeare: 3 Henry VI. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Advice, Counsel. Shakespeare: As You Like It. Let me entreat You to unfold the anguish of your heart; Spenser: Faërie Queene. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Shakespeare: Hamlet. Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Shakespeare: All's Well That Ends Well. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Shakespeare: Hamlet. Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Shakespeare: Henry VIII. Age, Old Age; see Time and Youth. Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!" Youth ended, I shall try My gain or loss thereby; Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: And I shall weigh the same, Give life its praise or blame: Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old. Browning: Rabbi Ben Ezra. |